I got my denial today from Haavaad as well. I'm actually relieved. I have closure.

Amen to that. I applied to Harvard as something of a lark, which is what I did for undergrad (and it worked out wonderfully then). While I wasn't under the illusion that I was actually going to get in, every day that went by without a rejection fed this absurd little hope that was growing in my basement. It was a pretty hope, with two big blingy letters of recommendation for earrings, layers of silk, work experience, and ribbons, and a lovely personal statement-encrusted crown. Oh, that hope did have a silvery tongue, whispering sweet little nothings into my ear, such as "It's not really such a numbers game, your personal statement will really stand out," "Your ECs and WE will outweigh that silly little LSAT score," and "It's been three months! If they were going to reject you, they would have done it by now!" And foolish dreamer that I am, I believed it. And so the hope grew.

But it was a hope doomed from the start, growing hesitantly, without any hope of reaching maturity, like a gymnast doomed to a life of overdeveloped abs, an underdeveloped chest, and constant questions about whether you're a dwarf. Oh, and arthritis when you're 40. No one wants that.

But for a few sweet months, I wanted precisely that. Getting into Harvard, that is, not the dwarf thing.

Logged

Like cuddling with puppies: Wisconsin, George Washington

Think killing puppies is funny: Harvard, Georgetown

After looking at puppies and weighing the merits of cuddling v. killing for months and months, finally decided in favor of cuddling: Minnesota!

I'm constantly amazed that even a school like Harvard has the balls to reject somebody with a 175+ LSAT. I mean, seriously, if that doesn't demonstrate excellent analytical abilities, what else do they want?